Far From Perfect

Far from perfect
Tryna run up the racks
Im just working
Tryna stay out way I been perching
She had to many in too many out
She gotta go drop the curtains
Check my background it's over for flirting
Tryna flirt get you put in the dirt
Text mine have you leaving the earth like
Somedays keep the glock in her purse like
Which way try to run off the turf
Tryna diss and get left by curb
He gon shoot he don't get nervous
I know why they scared to buy verses
Killing these beats
Jalyn gon geek
Cause when get rich I'll be buyin those purses
The price ain't the problem
Ain't worth it
Two tone I would love me a roley
Rode wit bro
Took a ride in the Stoley
Now i know why they cap
Say they know me
How you switch tryna call me your Brodie
I Don't do the groupies cause
I Never cared for a roady
Loud at the mouth
You still ain't show me
I den heard all the talk
You still ain't blow me
And you know where I'm at
On my page why you lurking
Told bro if you see em
Derf em
No practice no rehearsing
He better practice posing for these hearses
Cause I promise that he Finna need nursing
Made him dance with the stick
How he jerking
She want a Teflon she used used to like birkin
He get holes like croc
Get fried like some chicken from churches
He going under that water
He thought he was surfing
Sent some shots like
Look at em swerving
Outside you on who's block
Extendo clips 2 glocks
John wick I missing no shots
I told you don't play
N*gga you'll get popped
If you know me
You know I can't stop
I Ride for the guys
Shouldn't come as a shock
I Don't gotta key
Gotta get through the lock like
Unlocking the route to the top like
I like 19's
I shop right
Can't smoke
No mid
Go cop right
Can't speak on to much
Without getting indicted
I Used to not party
I still got invited
I turn up the party
Got lit they excited
I been through the rain
Had to learn how to hide it
I promise bout mine
It's war
Walk ups
Get a shot to core
I promise it's leaving you sore
Fast lane different routes to each store
I used to want fendi
But now i want more
Gotta put em in check
You a pawn the board
I'm not Finna speak on
What you could afford
But I'm telling you now
Don't make unsheath this nine
Like a sword
Bullets galore
From where wasn't sure
Like Why is you cap
On the Stuff that you did
If it was smoke
Then you know you'd be dead
You ain't a threat
I had one in the head
If I wanted you dead you be lit
Cig
Picking sides you could stay where you is
You aint threat and we know
So stop tryna cap on your phone
Coulda slid
Hit my home
But you know we go right for the dome
Used to be a dawg so i through you a bone
Wont say a name
We gon leave you alone
If you speak to deep
They gone find you a doe
Who hit em we don't even know
If you sending them shots
Nothing left but his soul
Tryna change
But it's coming on slow
It's wavy
Went crazy now I gotta go